Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.